Modern poetry collection by contemporary Cleveland poet Steven B. Smith
reading room 18 since pre-emigration/pre-marriage merger w/Lady nee stacks nee green nee walker now smith
no demands of time - 10.29.05 down to animal bone - 11.1.05 / electric lady - 11.1.05 / lineman - 11.1.05 / fine fine feline - 11.2.05 a simple machine - 11.8.05 / pulp lust - 9.17/05 / my scarless lady - 11.11.05 slo mo - 11.16.05 / baked apple cream kisses 11.17.05 / rainbow rain 11.19.05 match - 11.21.05 / jim language - 11.22.05
No Demands Of Time
If you're a king,
you must have been a criminal.
All criminals would be king
and all kings are criminal.
The first time I was in jail--
hard time--I didn't know when
I'd get out.
Spiders traverse distances
by floating and falling.
Vines twist together so they
can reach further.
We'll jump off the edge
of the known world, but the
Earth is flat & we own the edges...
Mapping constellations 'cross
the random scattered stars
Your you do with me as you want
Popped plans of white slave trades
And long slow humid caravans
On large lumbering cockroaches
Thru jungle green into my brain.
